"Okay." He nodded gently, with an arrogant look on his face.
He looked like an obedient child who had been given a precious toy, not the unsmiling Young Master Feng.
After hanging up the water, Luo Qingchen sat on the chair beside the bed and flipped through his medical records and the bottles of medicine to be hung up.
Although it is not as serious as Tan Xiao said, it is indeed not light.
"The infection of the wound is even more serious than when the injury was the first time." Luo Qingchen frowned and looked at him angrily: "Mr. Lu, what on earth did you do to make yourself like this?"
While Lu Juefeng listened, a faint smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"What are you laughing at!" Luo Qingchen had the feeling that the other party didn't listen at all.
Either it goes in through the left ear and out through the right ear, living in your own paradise!
"I'm just very happy." Lu Juefeng raised his right hand slightly, touched her head and said, "I guess it's because I like to see you worrying about me, I really like it."
"What?" Luo Qingchen laughed dryly and said, "Are you feeling perverted?!"
He was obviously not feeling well, and while others looked angry, he was smiling cheerfully on the sidelines.
Isn't this a mental abnormality? !
"So it's a good thing to be sick, it's a good thing to be injured, and anything you can worry about is a good thing!" Lu Juefeng said every word plausibly as if he had discovered some truth.
"If you get hurt again, I won't want you anymore." Luo Qingchen put her hands on her waist and said angrily: "Do you still dare to get hurt?!"
To threaten her is too much!
"If you don't want me, there is only one reason." Lu Juefeng thought for a while and said, "The injury is not serious enough."
"You, you, you..." Luo Qingchen was so angry that she could only slap the table a few times and said: "Don't go too far! Otherwise, I will have to bring up the old things again. I still remember the first time someone knew that there was Luo Qingchen. When Qingchen' was killed, the order he issued seemed to be... kill without mercy!"
"Hey you-"
"Oh! That's right!" Seeing that he was a little anxious, Luo Qingchen continued to say with a smile: "There is a photo of me on the glass, with a big cross drawn with a red pen on it. I still have that photo. Mr. Lu, do you want to take a look?"
"Don't, don't, don't—" Hearing Luo Qingchen mention this matter again, Lu Juefeng was almost frightened for a second. He looked at her with a look of remorse and explained: "Miss, Lu Juefeng was still young and ignorant at that time. You Don’t argue with him.”
"Hmm? People who let themselves get sick and injured are young and ignorant!" Luo Qingchen shrugged and said, "I don't think he has changed now!"
After working so hard, she finally seemed to have gotten this thing back, and she felt really happy.
"No, no, no." Lu Juefeng immediately shook his head, looked at her sincerely and said, "It's different now, he has grown up and is sensible!"
"So you still dare to get sick casually, get injured casually, and draw red crosses on people's photos casually?"
"Don't dare!" Lu Juefeng replied very firmly: "Absolutely not."
"Puch—" Luo Qingchen couldn't help laughing when she saw his appearance.
It feels so good, as if they are the only ones in the world, quiet and beautiful.
"Miss, you look so pretty when you smile." Lu Juefeng squinted his eyes, a soft light in his eyes, warm and doting.
Unfortunately, such a beautiful atmosphere did not last for three minutes before Lu Juefeng's cell phone rang.
Caller: Talking and laughing. (To be continued)